So I printed out one of the pictures and showed it to my daughter asking, “Isn’t this a picture of your friend Carrie Leaser?”

My daughter looked shocked then said, “I took that picture.”

I was waiting for more but didn’t get any so I asked, “Isn’t she your age?”

My daughter blushed and looked at the floor, “Well she is a little older but yes we are both fifteen.”

Again I waited.

Finally she said, “It was last Saturday. I was over at her house for a sleep over, we were drinking some of her mother’s wine, and one thing led to another. Before I knew it we were naked and taking pictures of one another. I never thought that she would post them. Well, actually I never thought that you would see them. She didn’t post me, did she?”

It was my turn to remain silent.

Betty Sue said, “I was pretty wasted. She asked me to do some pretty strange stuff and I did it. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

I asked, “Where are the originals and do you have copies?”

Betty Sue said, “Yes, up in my bedroom.”

I said, “Go get them.”

I watched as my lovely teenage daughter ascended the stairs to the second floor bedrooms. I had noticed her maturing and I had been aware of changes in her body and in the clothing that she wore. However, I had never looked at her as a sex object until just then. Her ass twitched as she climbed the stairs, her long hair swayed from side to side, and I got an erection. That micro miniskirt got shorter and shorter as she got to the top of the steps. I was able to see her pink panties, then she was gone.

I waited right at the foot of the stairs for her return. From the front her pink panties were also visible but it was her breasts that caught my attention. She was not wearing a bra. I was pretty sure that she had been but apparently she hadn’t. Those babies must be firm.

Betty Sue handed me a DVD and said, “Carrie has the originals on her computer…but she promised not to post them.”

I asked, “Can you trust her?”

Her eyes flew open and she said, “She didn’t post me, did she? You just tricked me into giving you those pictures. I hate you.” Then she ran back up the stairs crying.

I couldn’t help but watch that fine ass twitch and her pink panties hug her pussy as she rushed away.

I gave her a few minutes and then I went to her. I knocked on the door and then I opened it up. My daughter was lying face down on the bed. I said, “I didn’t mean to trick you into giving me these pictures. I have not looked at them and I won’t if you don’t want me too.”

Slowly Betty Sue rolled to her side and asked, “Don’t you want to see me naked?”

I smiled at her and said, “Oh hell yes! It’s just that you seemed so upset and I don’t want you to be upset.”

Betty Sue said, “I don’t know what I want. Carrie wants you to see her naked and to take pictures of her nude. I thought that I wanted the same thing, but now I don’t know. Even Carrie’s mother wants you to see her naked, but she wants a whole lot more. She wants you to fuck her.”

Now I had seen Carrie’s mother and she could be in Playboy or some rich fashion model. So I said, “She does.”

Betty Sue said, “Yes! She hasn’t dated since her divorce and you haven’t dated since Mom died. We girls think that you need each other. You do think that she is pretty, don’t you?”

I replied, “I think she is beautiful. I think that she could be in Playboy.”

Betty Sue said, “We tell her the same thing. Maybe you should take some pictures of her and submit them to Playboy and see what they think.”

My mind was rolling with the possibilities when Betty Sue said, “Look at the DVD and then let me know. All three of us can model for you this weekend. We agreed that we would stay naked from after school on Friday until we have to go to school on Monday. Will sixty-three hours be enough?”

I had no idea that my daughter was so good at math. I said, “I’ll look at these pictures but the answer is yes, I would love to take pictures of all three of you girls nude. Then when Gillian appears in Playboy I can say…I took that picture.”

I was sitting at my computer in the den when Betty Sue came down to kiss me goodnight. She was wearing a cute little baby doll nightie with matching panties. She looked over my shoulder and said, “My pussy looks better in person.” Then she kissed me goodnight. It was the first time that she ever put her tongue in my mouth though. It was rather exciting. She said, “Everything is all set for this weekend. Get out of work early and be at Carrie’s house by four o’clock. Be sure to have your camera with you and extra memory cards and rechargeable batteries too. You’ll need them.”

I was wondering if I could last for two more days. It was only Wednesday night.

At work on Thursday I decided that I needed a better camera. I didn’t have time to order one so after work I went to my local stores and looked around. It was so confusing. There were too many camera makers to choose from, too my mega pixels to choose from, and too many options. In the long run I bought three cameras, all Kodak. I bought a simple pocket camera with fourteen mega pixels, a movie camera with 1080 HD video with stereo sound, and then I got the Z990. Now that is a camera. It is only twelve mega pixels but it has a thirty zoom feature.

I didn’t go to work on Friday. Instead I spent the day reading instruction manuals, charging lots of batteries, and testing out my cameras.

By noon I realized that in just four hours I would be taking nude pictures of my own daughter saying, “I took that picture.”

I decided to see if Gillian was home. She answered the phone and said that she was just about to take a nice long bubble bath to get ready for me. Then she invited me over early to take pictures of her in the tub.

I grabbed my stuff and rushed right over.

Gillian greeted me at the door in just a light robe. The sash was tied loosely.

She kissed me and said, “I was hoping that you would come over before the girls got here. I need for you to make love to me. I haven’t had it in a while and I don’t want my daughter to hear my begging for sex. Besides I can be quite loud at times. I just need to get it out of my system a couple of times before she gets home.”

Gee, that was almost what I was going to tell her. However, this way she thinks that I am doing her a favor. Wow, and what a beautiful woman to do a favor like that for.

I practically raped her. I pushed her to the carpeted floor right there at the front door. I was in so much of a hurry that I didn’t even get undressed. I just pulled my cock out, opened her robe, and shoved my hard tool into her receptacle.

She cried out, but not to be more gentle, take it slower, or be more loving. That woman wanted to be ravaged, she wanted it hard and dirty, and she wanted to be taken.

As I thrust into her she shouted out, “Fuck yes…that’s it…harder…harder…hurt me…make me sore.”

That angel below me was the devil in disguise. She looked elegant, she looked fragile, and she looked sweet enough to eat. In reality she was a bitch in heat, she was sex starved, and she couldn’t get enough. She needed three days in a whorehouse to quench her thirst for sex. She was the perfect woman for me.

I pounded into her for all I was worth, I filled her with cum, and then I told her not to move. I got out my cameras and started taking pictures of her on the floor like that…used, with her hair a mess and cum pouring out of her pussy onto the carpet, forming a big white puddle.

She smiled up at me and she said, “Thank you, I needed that. Can you do it one more time before the girls come home?”

I said, “I think so.”

Well there was no contest, I was hard as a rock in less than an hour and ready to go again. I had watched her take her bath, shave her legs, underarms, and pussy for pictures, and I had watched her douche and give herself an enema. I don’t know why she douched because I would have eaten her pussy full of cum, however I do like to eat a clean pussy.

It was the best tasting pussy that I had ever had and it wasn’t because of her flavored douche either. She had a natural secretion that could be bottled as an aphrodisiac. She could make an octogenarian hard.

Anyway, I ate that wonderful pussy and then I fucked that wonderful pussy again. Gillian managed to douche, clean up, and greet the girls at the door, nude.

I was standing there nude also, holding my camera. Betty Sue and Carrie undressed quickly as I recorder it on video.

Both girls kissed my lips and the head of my hard cock. In turn I kissed them, their nipples, and their pussies before turning them around and kissing their asses. Gillian caught that on video for me.

For the next two hours Gillian directed my efforts toward the two girls. She had them pee, shower together, and then to fool around on the bed. It was exciting to watch.

Then we took a break to eat dinner. I watched three naked women eat pizza and lick the droppings off each other. That killed another hour.

Gillian joined in with the girls until midnight then sent them to sleep in Carrie’s bed and took me to her bed. Watching her with those girls was incredibly sexy. She did things that I had not even seen in those dirty X-rated videos that I rent on occasion. After this I may never need to rent a video like that again. I can just make or watch my own.

Gillian used a double-ended dildo on my daughter and then on my daughter. She had it in their pussies at first really going at it, and then she had it in both of their asses going at it. Finally she let the two girls use it together. My daughter could really orgasm. She was the calmest of the three but possibly because I was there watching her. Carrie was a lot like her mother but just a little bit less vocal.

At bedtime I made love to Gillian in a different way…like we were in love. It was slow, it was passionate, and it was the sweetest thing two people could do to one another. She really had needed to be ravished earlier but right then she needed to be loved…so did I. We just melted into one another, we were connected through our sex organs, but it was more than that…we were in love.

Everyone slept late, or rather we just cuddled our bedmate for a while. I made love to Gillian again, she sucked my cock clean, and then she sent Betty Sue in.

My daughter said, “I’m here to loose my virginity. Carrie said that I could go first but she wants to loose her virginity with you too today.”

I just smiled as she climbed into bed with me. She said, “Gillian said that after our double-ended dildo play last night that it shouldn’t hurt any. Can I be on top?”

I replied, “Yes!”

So Betty Sue climbed over me, held onto my cock, and lowered herself onto it. When she was well seated she said, “Okay, you can come in now.”

Carrie was holding the video camera and Gillian was taking still pictures. The covers were thrown off and Betty Sue was smiling as she bounced up and down on my stiff rod. Gillian had done a pretty good job of draining my trouser snake so I lasted a long time with my daughter. Eventually Betty Sue said, “I can’t do it anymore.” At which time I rolled us both over and started fucking into her with renewed energy. I was pounding her ass into the bed and she was moaning loudly. Then just as I started to cum she had her orgasm and shouted out, “Yes…Daddy…fuck me…take my virginity…be my first lover…fuck me anytime that you want too…I’ll always be here for you.”

Well, I guess she could be as vocal and as loud as Gillian was.

After breakfast it was Carrie’s turn to loose her virginity and she wanted to be on top also. It was not as dramatic as it had been with Betty Sue, maybe because it wasn’t with my daughter. Oh, don’t get me wrong, Carrie and I enjoyed one another just as much but emotionally I had a special attachment to my own daughter. Right then a funny thing occurred to me. If I marry her mother then Carrie would also be my daughter. That was when I flipped us over and pounded down into Carried before emptying my balls into her pussy. Now that was a great ending.

I had the girls take separate showers and baths for pictures. I had them pose in bed, making their beds, and getting dressed, and getting dressed, and getting dressed. I just loved seeing them getting in and out their bras, their panties, and their sexy clothes. I captured them all over the house, cleaning the house, cooking food, and doing the dishes.

When it got dark I got them to pose outside in the backyard. We were all surprised at how bright the flash was that first time. We checked all of the neighbor’s windows and didn’t see anyone watching us so I took a few more before we scurried back into the house.

Sunday morning the neighbor called to speak to Gillian. Mrs. Rogers said, “I thought I saw some lightening last night. When my husband was alive we did that sort of photography in the daytime. That way no one could see the flash and we didn’t draw as much attention. Can I join you the next time he takes you three out back? It has been a long time since a man took my picture nude.”

Gillian said, “Come on over. We will go out in a little while. First I think he should get to know you better.”

Mrs. Rogers asked, “Will he fuck me? I’d really like that too. It has been such a long time. Please.”

Gillian said, “Yes! I’ll talk to him about it.”

When she hung up the phone Gillian quickly filled us in on what we had not heard. Moments later Mrs. Rogers knocked on the back door…she was already naked. Gillian let her in. For a woman of seventy she looked good, she sagged a lot, but she still looked good.

Mrs. Rogers said, “I enjoyed watching the four of you prance around naked last night. I really miss doing that myself. My husband and I were avid nudists all of our lives, but without him it doesn’t seem the same any more. We were always naked in the house and we went to nudist activities all year round. I would love to join in any time that you would be willing to let me. I love to be photographed and I love to get fucked. I go both ways if you girls don’t mind.”

Betty Sue said, “We all go both ways too…that is…except for Daddy.”

Mrs. Rogers laughed and said, “Men rarely do but they certainly like to watch us, don’t they.”

Carrie, Gillian, and Betty Sue all gave Mrs. Rogers a hug and a kiss. Then it was my turn. I wrapped my arms around that old lady smashing her breasts into my chest, her tummy into my tummy, and our pelvis together. My one arm stayed high to hold us together. My other hand roamed around her ass. Then I kissed her and she responded as well as any of my three girls had. Both of her hands were on my ass pulling me into her tighter. That kiss lasted longer than I thought it would.

When we parted Mrs. Rogers looked down at my hard-on and asked, “Can I have this?”

She wasn’t talking to me. She was asking Gillian. Of course Gillian said, “Yes, you can. My bedroom is right upstairs.”

Mrs. Rogers asked, “Can we do it out next to your rose bushes? I like the feel of grass on my back and I love the smell of roses. Feel free to watch an old lady get fucked for the first time in almost ten years. If we get hung up just throw a pail of cold water on us."

With that said she practically dragged me out the door and most of the way across the yard. She sat down and kissed the head of my cock. Then she got it wet with her saliva. I figured that she knew what she needed but I pushed her back and licked her old dry hole anyway. Then I invited the ladies to help me get her wet enough for sex. It was a wonderful thing to see. Everyone helped out and soon I was slipping my cock into the oldest woman that I had ever fucked. My daughter was the youngest woman that I had ever fucked.

As I was thrusting into her I wanted it to last so I started doing math in my head. I was forty years old, the two girls were twenty-five years younger than I was, Gillian was five years younger, and Mrs. Rogers was thirty years older. I was fucking at least three generations of women.

Then I felt it…Mrs. Rogers clamped her pussy tight onto my shaft. She was having an orgasm and she wanted more feeling. Well that extra feeling was all that I needed to start my climax.

I said, “Boy your pussy is tight.”

That was when old Mrs. Rogers said, “I used to fuck horses. I collected their cum so that my father could sell it for artificial insemination. When he died I continued to collect it for my husband. My two daughters didn’t want any part of that business, so eventually we had to sell it. I can still make a quart jar of mayonnaise disappear. If I can get the long neck into my cervix I can almost make a quart of gin disappear too. Now a days I generally drink it to make it disappear.”

Betty Sue said, “I’d like to watch your disappearing tricks.”

I helped her up off the ground and we went into the house. She found a jar of mayonnaise in the refrigerator and placed it on the floor near the table. Then she squatted down and her pussy stretched out to encompass that quart jar. Soon she was all the way down and the jar was gone. She stood up, walked around the kitchen table, and then squatted down again. That time when she came up the mayonnaise jar reappeared. Betty Sue was excited and felt the old lady’s crotch. She was still half squatted when Betty Sue forced her hand up inside her.

Betty Sue said, “I’ve always wanted to do this to someone. I can only get three fingers inside Carrie.”

Gillian got a bottle of vodka out of the cupboard and said, “Now for your next trick.”

She placed the bottle down on the floor where the mayonnaise jar had been. Mrs. Rogers stood over it, paused for a moment, and then squatted down. The neck disappeared but it took some movement on her part before she sank down on the rest of the bottle. Obviously she had to get the neck into her cervix.

I said, “Well done Mrs. Rogers. Betty Sue when she comes up stick your hand back inside of her and then find her cervix and put a finger into it.”

Mrs. Rogers said, “You can probably put two or three of your fingers in it. Just look at the direction the bottle is leaning in and go for that spot up in there.”

Mrs. Rogers rose up, I pulled the vodka bottle out, and Betty Sue stuck her hand in. Soon Betty Sue was saying, “I found it, I found it, I’ve got two fingers all the way up inside of her. This is more than I have ever dreamed of. Mrs. Rogers, I love you, can you be my grandmother?” There was a short pause and then Betty Sue asked, “Can you teach me how to do those tricks?”

Mrs. Rogers replied, “Of course I can, of course I can, in fact I can teach you all how.”

I piped up and said, “I’ll pass on that if you don’t mind.”

That caused everyone to laugh.

Mrs. Rogers joined us for the rest of that Sunday. That night Gillian let me sleep in her bed with Mrs. Rogers.

In the morning everyone hated to get dressed and go off to work and school. However, the fun did not stop there. Betty Sue and I sold our house and moved in with Gillian and Carrie. Mrs. Rogers did teach Betty Sue how to make a mayonnaise jar disappear and was working on the neck of a whisky bottle when her time with us was over. She gave us her house in her will and asked us to think about her every Christmas. We really do miss that old lady. She stood up for Gillian when we got married. She adopted me so that Betty Sue and Carrie had her as a grandmother, and of course she gave us her house so the girls could live there when they got married.

At Christmas we look at some old nude pictures of them and Mrs. Rogers and that is when I can say, “I took that picture.”